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Mar 21 · 89
burned comet.
Yaryna Mar 21

You speak to me with a language I can't understand
I had a tendency to love with sorrow and grace.
You went through like a stranger from another land.
I was ready to give you a star, but all you needed was space.
You do look in the mirror, searching for magic,
Knowing that you had one and couldn't keep it close.
When comet sets on fire, it always ends up tragic,
And this who's sure of winning, always lose the most.
Please, don't you wipe my silver, frozen tears,
I'm not afraid of fire, I'm scared of being burned.
If you can't say I'm most atrocious of your fears,
Name me then a lesson that you haven't ever learned.
Mar 16 · 87
remember me.
Yaryna Mar 16
write me letters when you're happy,
write them to me when you're sad.
send those letters into every city
that i've told you about.
just before you fall asleep.

dream about me,
when you know i'm here.
dream about my eyes,
thinking that i'm not for real.
draw my portrait on your mirror,
and you're allowed to hate it after all.

seek for me on empty streets at night.
seek for my scent in your favorite shop.
go and look for me in every girl you'll meet.
see me in the eyes you've lost once,
on the dark black sky that couldn't speak.

hear my voice in every song you put on your playlist.
and listen to my words, when silence shouts at you.
try not to go insane because i'm everywhere.
and finally you know you can't forget.
Yaryna Mar 12
I. You were my sunshine that was shining my hair,
                   On the hottest August day that went away.
                   You knew all my secrets and you knew
You won't keep them.
                   Therefore, you were my favorite star in this galaxy,
I was aware I could not reach you.

II. You were the first snow on December evening,
             That fell on my coat and decorated my eyelashes.
             With its precious beauty. And all the precious lies.
             You wrote the words on my windows,
             Of promises that were easily broken.
             You sacrificed a touch for my body,
             Which I'd remember for eternity.
             And I would write about it.
            But I won't.

III. You were everything but the savior from this drought.
From my falling for those two,
Who could not speak my name -
Clearly, easy, as it's supposed to sound.
I liked you for your opened heart,
For your warm truth,
Which I've never heard recently.
But roses can't exist without thorns,
That's why I could not choose you.
Because you were too perfect,
And perfection is just too far from what I am.

IV. You were a thunder that I never called for.
Because you knew your time,
To show up and ruin everything that I've built.
Once you said that I was just like you.
That I will go for what is mine,
And I will **** to win a fake trophy.

All of you.
You were my true love.
My biggest mistakes.
You were my light and darkness – all at once.
I loved and hated all of you.

And in the end, I am thankful.
Because every part of you exists in me.
That's why I am the richest person in the world.
to Fire, Water, Air boys, who took the Earth away under my feet.
Feb 24 · 222
imitation of art.
Yaryna Feb 24

You said you wanted to make things clear.
But weren’t they clear before?
When you decided to put your head on another pillow
Of a girl that was much easier than me?
To speak to or trying to love to,
In indescribable ways that could ever exist.
I was a bad artist, trying hard to paint on your skin.
And you treated art as another imitation of reality.
It's normally hard to get a girl who came from Jupiter,
When your heart belongs to cold-hearted Moon.
And even in another life, we don't belong,
Though you keep lying, that we do.
If you ever meet eyes that are that green as mine,
Don't forget to treat that treasure well,
Maybe one day she will show you the masterpiece
That I could not draw on your arms.
Or back.
Or whatever.
Maybe art is not the thing that you will ever get.
Feb 19 · 91
you couldn'`t read.
Yaryna Feb 19

My mother taught me,

That you will never read my mind.

And to be heard, the only thing I need – to speak.

But I thought that I was screaming already.

At the top of my lungs.

Further, where Saturn returns.

It appeared that my walls were falling in silence.

And I was falling for you,

Every time in the twilight purple evening.

With morning sun that has knocked at my sleep,

I woke up with a feeling that you're gone.

I didn't need to speak anymore.

As I saw you that morning buying my book.

It's your chance to read my mind,

Again and again.

Until you know the meaning of my

“I needed you so hard I couldn't breathe”.

You could have known the truth,

If you'd just asked me then.

The only issue is –

You never read the book until the epilogue.

And I don't usually spoil the ending at the start.
Yaryna Feb 19

This winter I think about you, not about how it snows.

Not about which sweater is warmer to wear.

As a moonlight, you appeared on my threshold.

And why my life before you wasn't fair?

Read me as cards, spreading them on the bed.

Interpret my kisses as Venus's message.

You know, my name don't exist in those books that unread.

With you, there's lack of the air of a seamless atmosphere.

At night, the stars die away, falling over your shoulders.

From my skin, I wash away all the curses of others' hands.

Coin your name on my lips and do whisper,

That is me, your favorite of all pseudosciences.

Do not tell about me anyone except the Moon.

It's too intimate so that I live in someone else's head.

I am passionate and free in your heart, as Sagittarius constellation.

You're on my neck, like the chains of comets that are raspberries.

Promise, if I'm lost, you will be looking for me in your dreams.

In the labyrinths of the milky ways and thousands of solar years.

I will keep this magic in black and white pictures.

And once I will give it to universe forward for hundreds of centuries.
Yaryna Feb 19

This is how your **** absence feels like,

Sounds like the late night tram after three.

Tastes like the last one drink that had its strike

When I finally got who you turned out not to be.

Like the borderline that I drew on your skin,

It's invisible for those who don't know you,

Just as you don't know how much through I've been

Just as my promises last night crashed all in blue.

My cherry lipstick fits on his lips like heaven

And my hands touched his hair like he was a god.

Yes, he's given me a kiss under rain like you haven't.

I committed a crime as so you know I am odd.

It smells like a cheap beer or cold-hearted lies.

Both enough to make me feel wasted on Monday,

I was easily lying and he saw the truth in my eyes,

Being better than you, but still stuck in my doorway,

Just because his words are stained with your dirt.

And because I didn't want to lose another balance.

So I am free again and it will never hurt,

That day, where I haven't noticed your absence.
Feb 19 · 181
to dreamy Cancer boy.
Yaryna Feb 19

My dear dreamy boy, who came from Moon
Is it already spring in February?
.I believe you saw me crying like this before.
You knew your love for me was temporary.

It's warmer on the streets than ever was.
Maybe it's because you left my town.
Am I able to know why'd you put us on pause?
Why with this winter grief you have stolen my crown?

My dear dreamy boy, do you feel enough?
To have another broken heart in your collection.
Is it really true love when it's gentle then tough?
So I'm asking the stars that formed your constellation.

I have read all my books and cleaned every window
Still not enough to fill my space without you here.
Every time in my dreams, you appear as a hero.
That tragic one, probably killed by Shakespeare.

My dear dreamy boy, could we do it any better?
To live through lows and highs and never give it up?
Too sad that I was picking up the pieces that you shatter
And couldn't hold the fire from your hands that easily erupt.

I won't have any questions 'cause you gave me an answer.
So do it as you do, let's cut the last one string,
You did just great destruction as for a fragile Cancer.
It's February, dreamy boy, but still, it feels like spring.
Yaryna Feb 19
of all the endings that my heart has seen,
you still were not the happiest.
as one of those burns on my skin that can't heal
like a mark to my stunning loneliness.

you were here to show me this light,
of the moon that won't ever love me back,
to make me endlessly fall in love with a night
with all these white lies and eyes that were black.

i could have lived under your skin for a while,
you wouldn't even know I was quietly there
i remember how much you adored my style,
and how I hated your accent, I swear.

and so I wasn't the one to scream your name from the roof,
'cause you know I wouldn't give any promises.
you sharply blamed me for screaming my truth.
and couldn't see the love that was glorious.

so, that's astonishing goodbye of all goodbyes, you see,
and though I would prefer to feel this pain by knife.
there is a hallowed little thing you promised me,
that we will see each other in another life.
Feb 19 · 102
my plastic king.
Yaryna Feb 19

I let the stars to fall on his arms
To give his eyes a very gentle kiss.
I looked at him and thought:
I would fight for him a hundred storms.
And everything that he has, I will miss.
His touch on my skin's like from another dream.
I don't care if this moon is jealous of us.
All I can think of: is he even real?
And wonder how every my minus turns to his plus.
I won't call it love, perhaps it's too loud,
To scream about the thing that is much sacred to yell for.
But when all of them shout we're those who're misproud.
They're just afraid of the truth, nothing less, nothing more.
Imagine, he's the one who can appease my hellfire.
And speak to my soul, when others think there is none.
Among all the kings, it's him who can simply inspire,
To give them pure love or fire them up with the gun.
Wouldn't be a mystery how he can be best at my worst,
How all the evil bows on its knees, when he gives them a look
To those mortals who bet either we're blessed or we're cursed,
And my pain is given by them, away he just took.

— The End —